I don’t like despection so it goes without saying I don’t like liars or deceivers. Politics is a bullshit art. So it goes without saying that foreigners who rule said art on American soil are the masters of said game.
I live in a dying empire of a bygone era. At the throne of said empire sits a paper tiger of false flag lies and deceptive practices. The comedy of it is wild to me. A dead paper tiger sitting on a paper throne of funny money.
Some men would cry like bitches in the night at injustice and evil laughing in the dark. I would look at the history of men and think…
“Come on my dude. This isn’t the worst to happen and bitch the fight isn’t over yet.”
I don’t dare to look at the news today because I know instead of being enchanted in hopeless lies. I would see the numbers on the clock. Ticking. Ticking. Down. To what? The end my friend.
I don’t have the time to watch a clock tick by. I can feel what’s coming. But, I can. I need funds to build and skills to learn and preparation to make.
I have to buy a new sword you know. A highlander has to be prepared for the Endgame.